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Jun 2015
My blood,
  It boils.
All sanity abandoned.
All peace forgot.
My blood,
  It boils.

What hope is there,
  Of finding the truth?

What's wrong?
My blood,
  It boils.

What chance have I,
  To find the problem?

What's wrong?
My blood,
  It boils.

What. What.
Why.
Who.
How?

All sanity abandoned.
All peace forgot.

What's wrong?

My blood,

  It boils.
Mira Hope
Written by
Mira Hope  Australia
(Australia)   
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